I\'m that athlete running naked
under the olympian sun
crowned with laurels
by a vestal virgin ...
A handful of olives ,
some wild honey and cheese,
fresh water from the god\' s spring,
I\'m that wrestler whom body
anointed with oil,
child of the arid land ...
\'\'Victory quenches my thirst
with this cup of ruddy wine
and juicy fruits !\'\'
The sky-defying disc
masking the burning star
with its steel ...
The flesh of men became stone
that the harsh wind strikes !
Resting on the rock of Olympia
I\'ll find the poet\'s word again ,
old traveler drunk
with his proud solitude ,
muse\'s lyre soothes my soul .
At Olympia the god of crucified
has no place among the heroes !
Dear shadows to whom I pay homage ...
I\'ll be back to Olympia ,
to smell that taste of salt and sweat ...